This is it. Either he hates you forever or he loves you all the same. Fuck, this is stressful. The whole dinner has been quiet. Most of the batfam was out, leaving just you and your father, Bruce. That meant this was your rare opportunity to speak to him alone.

Bruce could see the nervous tension in your shoulders, the way you were picking at your food without genuinely eating it. He was stealing calculated glances in your direction. Clearly you had something to get off your chest and he didn't want to push you, so... cue the painfully awkward silence.

After about 20 minutes of nothing, he decided to gently press. "Is everything ok?" He said in the least accusatory tone he could muster.

Then he saw your expression shift. Like you'd seen a ghost.

"Hey... whatever it is I won't push you, but I promise we can figure it out, ok?" He smiles, trying his best to make you feel comfortable. You were his child. All he wanted was to make you happy.